I'm new. Kind of shy. Kind of.

I wanted to say I really think this place is great! I've been trying to decide whether to join for a while but I am ready to go now!

cheers.

Was chatting with Mickey V about this earlier, and came to conclude I'm going to take a shot at interpreting how the myths about Loki explain how he was as a channeler.  And first and foremost, the guy was not a queen.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  *Grin.

Any one else keen on tapping out the back-story explanation about their past lives?  I'm kind of digging on the explanation of Claire/Atropos, Jon/Coyote, and all. *tips hat.

Short of coming across the Glass Columns somewhere, it's not as though any of us will be aware of what went down back in the day.  But it'd be interesting to see how other people interpret the modern myths.

The team flew in together. Nicholas met with the two agents at JFK where the three of them embarked on the long, tiring journey that ended with Moscow. The travel arrangements were first class, but still, first class on commercial airlines paled in comparison to private jets.

The route through customs was usual enough. They weren't a camera crew, so other than computers, technology, and related equipment there was nothing extraordinary to them which needed searching.

Nicholas had done as he promised Agent Abrams and memorized the information which was distributed to him beforehand. And Abrams questioned Nicholas sharply, just in case. There were communication protocols to learn, plans to coordinate, and layouts to manage. At one point Abrams even asked Nicholas if he had any firearms training, and after which, promised to show the man a thing or two once they arrived in Moscow.

The flight in was otherwise uneventful. Once in a while Reed would signal and she and Abrams would separate themselves from their package for a quick chat. Sometimes Reed disappeared altogether, only to reappear at the gate to their connecting flight. Abrams never seemed concerned about her absences, and explained them to Nicholas as only representing the work she carried out. She was in charge of surveillance and protection, of course, and at her direction, changed their dinner reservations at the last minute on one of their layovers.

Finally, luggage collected and no shortage of wear and tear from traveling, they were picked up from their terminal by a Kremlin driver. Reed checked his credentials, then nodded her approval that the group go with him, and mid-morning Moscow, they were dropped at the Ritz-Carlton, Moscow, across the street from the Red Square.

They were shown to the three bedroom suite they would share for the duration of this trip, but Reed left her luggage with Abrams and ducked out. Motioning that she was going to do a casual walk-around, which in CIA language meant a perimeter search.

Their room was the epitome of luxury complete with down comforters, marble baths and Russian imperial style furnishings. A traditional array of tea party foods greeted them, cuisine styled to date back to the 18th century. Prosciutto wrapped asparagus, caviar lined smoked salmon, truffled zucchini, glistening fruits, jams and breads, and decadent truffles were stacked elegantly alongside hand-painted china trimmed with gold edging. Real gold edging.

Abrams told Nicholas he would be staying in the room farthest from the entrance, which placed two CIA agents between himself and anyone which might try to get inside.

He deposited their luggage to their appropriate rooms and soon enough was on his private phone, spinning off into Russian like he were born to it.

His accent was clear then. He was based in Moscow. This was his turf, his base of operations, and Nicholas was caught up in the middle of it.

Age: 24

Origin: Berlin, Germany in Dominance VII.

Reborn God: Yes, he's the personification of Mars the Roman God of war and agriculture. While he is the opposite side of the same coin with Ares, Mars was a revered as a God of Life rather than hated as the bloodthirsty, tyrannical, warmonger that Ares himself was. It is assumed that Mars was the second only in terms of worship to Jupiter.

A young man born in Dominance VII to Susana, a Swedish immunologist and Xavier a retired member of the GSG 9 section of the military police and an ER nurse. Both work at Berlin General Hospital.

Alric worked as a model in his teenage years before joining the D-VII military for a small stint. Using his previous jobs training he was moved into the recruitment side of the military and worked as the poster boy for many of the propaganda the military produced.

After his contract was up he resumed his modelling career. Mainly continuing his work as a model for private security firms throughout the Dominances.


Edited by Alric Xavier Rainer, Aug 26 2013, 04:59 PM.

Before I went off any did anything, I thought I'd ask you guys. Mikey and Tony are both currently free if anyone has any ideas about a thread. Even if you don't have any ideas and just want to jump in a thread, PM me and we can work something out.

I know Giovanni was trying to use the chatroom from his phone and Jax too (not that he cares ).

So I thought I'd post some basic information.

The server we are one is: irc.mibbit.com
The channel we are in is: #thefirstage

That is all the information you need to get into the chat with out going through the app on site.

There are several Android apps you can use. And I'm sure there are several iOS apps too. The supply for desktop/laptop apps might be a bit slimmer, But pidgin is free to use and can be used with IRC with the information above.

I can help with Android and with Pidgin, as that's what I have, but once you get inside your app of choice you'll only need the information above.

If you don't see a way to enter chat from your app just type /join #thefirstage in the text entry field


Edited by Aria, Nov 30 2014, 12:16 PM.

Jaxen’s usual haunt was Manifesto. The place was it. Literally, it, and had been for years. In the fickle world of clubbing, that kind of trophy didn’t sit long on the mantle. Yet somehow Manifesto kept that baby front and center.

Therefore, because his usual haunts were places Jaxen was tending to avoid at the moment, he ended up trying out the not-a-strip-club club known as Kallisti house of burlesque. He gave the place credit. It was a good name. Burlesque? It was catchy, and when reminded of its presence, Jaxen was quick to nod, shrug and hail a cab.

Since splitting from Tony’s shack down by the river, he’d managed to produce a few wardrobe changes without ever having gone home. A guy can’t be expected to run around Moscow threadbare after all. And no matter how much fame, fortune and cash someone threw around, Face Check could ban A-list celebrities from top-notch venues; super models might be told to go home and change if deemed underdressed. That was the kind of humiliation Jaxen was smart enough to avoid with the meager effort of forethought.

Of course, Kallisti welcomed him with open arms. As if there were ever any doubt. On his worst day he was a good looking guy, and on his best, well--suffice to say, he didn’t mind the spotlight. With the fragrance of expense, free cash, and a loose hand - from his perfectly tousled hair, the dot of a black diamond in one lobe, and the supple step of handmade leather shoes, he was the poster child of Kallisti's target demographic.

He landed on velvet and silk. Somewhere with table service, of course, and a top shelf view. Sank back comfortably, propped his feet up, loosened the narrow tie tucked between his purposefully disheveled collar and trend-setting, body-hugging vest and waved himself over some service, the epitome of a king in his own little castle of sin.

Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Aug 22 2013, 10:24 AM.

everyone hates me! *sniffle*

I am bouncing around the idea of stopping in Oriena's -this isnt a strip club but pretty much is- place and see what trouble we can get into. If anyone else is game?

I'll be gone for a couple of weeks. I'll still be able to write posts on occasion but I recommend ya'll communicate with me through PMs 'till it's fixed. Should still be able to get SOME stuff done but as I said, I'll be otherwise gone.